They lay in wait, under the surface,
Glossed over.
Brown, green, grey, black, beige
Occasionally blue, red and yellow
Something’s happened!
Some new event requiring a response
They bubble and swirl, rise and fall
Flow like a stream through a shaded glen, the sounds bringing calm to all who hear.
Surge like a storm ready to lay waste to it’s environment, destruction incarnate.
Quick!
Gloss it over!
It’s starting to get out!
Apply on another coat!
Now grey, response subsided.
The layers are thick, they crack and peel, they won’t hold forever.
But for now they are back in their colourless prison
Glossed over,
They lay in wait, under the surface.

The elusive truths of a questioned reality,
Real and unreal are now one.
Poisoned by two versions of the same story,
Blinded forever.
Blending perspectives, contradicting visions.
How long must this continue?
Consumed or apathetic, their is no antidote.

What is this feeling I can’t quite comprehend?
A melancholic sadness without a joyous end
Sorrowful acceptance of the way things were
Understanding that it’ll never quite be
A relief of future pains not dealt,
Yet mourning future pains not felt.

Must move on,
Mustn’t dwell!
But I shall,
A mere partial farewell.
This is no end,
A simple hurdle.
Necessary change
Or the inevitable curdle.

Changing styles for changing times,
Proof that nothing stays the same.
Even though this is my current chosen medium,
Metre, rhyme and verse, are lame.